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letra de what's love - rmc mike

[intro: rlsg kd]
rlsg
gang
b-tch

[verse 1: rmc mike]
for the love of the game, n-ggas do dirty things
i was infatuated with guns at an early age
first gun i ever owned was a .38
n-ggas out here sayin’, “free me,” only did thirty days
one of my day ones switched up on me and it hurt to say
now i ride around poppin’ percs with two dirty k’s
i’m tryna do a n-gga bad in the worstest way
your daddy got knocked out by a fiend ’cause he served him shake
you can only go ot if you servin’ weight
pull up in an srt, all you smell is burnin’ brakes
e actin’ stingy with the lean, he only servin’ eights
we finna drink the whole thing, i ain’t gotta work today
i just dropped a brand new song and raised the murder rate
unc’ say he ain’t whippin’ up no brick, he only serve ’em baked
i just picked a glass pint of red up from dirty dave
i’m finna run off with this b-tch, boy, it’s a dirty game
[chorus: rlsg kd]
(what’s love got to do, got to do with it?)
ain’t no love for them n-ggas, put your tax on it
(what’s love got to do, got to do with it?)
show no love to them b-tches, you get whacked for it
(what’s love got to do, got to do with it?)
ain’t no love for them n-ggas, put your tax on it
(what’s love got to do, got to do with it?)
show no love to them b-tches, you get whacked for it

[verse 2: rlsg kd]
finna break up with my b-tch, she gon’ break down
i ain’t tryna worry ’bout a ho when i’m out of town
in the spot with no service, i’m out of bounds
let a n-gga run off, i’ma chase him down
.308 with the legs, gotta lay it down
tell donald trump i’ll probably knock his sniper down
long as i keep straight drop, my fiends come around
my junkie pulled up with some ‘bows that ain’t even loud
said he stopped shoppin’ with his dealer, he don’t show no love
i had to check him for a wire, he might be the fuzz
tryna tell me about his life and how hard it was
i told him where i come from, you’d k!ll your blood
conversations with a crackhead will blow your buzz
i asked him why he smokin’ crack if he growin’ crud?
told him this the life that chose me, i had to be a thug
told him he was cool, but i ain’t fallin’ off for showin’ love
[chorus: rlsg kd]
(what’s love got to do, got to do with it?)
ain’t no love for them n-ggas, put your tax on it
(what’s love got to do, got to do with it?)
show no love to them b-tches, you get whacked for it
(what’s love got to do, got to do with it?)
ain’t no love for them n-ggas, put your tax on it
(what’s love got to do, got to do with it?)
show no love to them b-tches, you get whacked for it

- rmc mike

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